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danny myers vs. barz major - bring your own bars lyrics

[round 1: danny myers]
b-tch!
my shots riddle the air
i’m all in your face, you gettin’ little air
you right, this is like white castle, i slide up on these little squares
glock .5
runnin’ up on me b-tch? not wise
he tired of eatin’ chicken, but i’m in line to pop eyes (popeyes)
the tommie is worthy
y’all gon’ see this n-gga, his body is jerkin’
they on the couch but we get up to sit ’em down [?]
he all energy and performance, the truth be in these scriptures
y’all came to see major motion, picture me makin’ a movie out this n-gga
you think you rap tougher? well i’m a alpha male and a gat tucker
so if i cap a beta (phi kappa beta) it ain’t a pledge to my frat brothers
this what you lack sucka, content, substance, you don’t go as deep
he spelled it “b-a-r-z”, ’cause when he spit a bar you go to sleep
this cashville ten a key, i know some dudes that get it here
when they said, “see (c) major for them ki’s (keys)”, it sounded like music to my ears
f-ck ya entourage, ain’t none of these n-ggas rhyme stars
i’m a activist, i’m tryna free every n-gga behind bars (barz)
it’s automatic playa, we can do it with the hands, or the gat’ll spray ya
get the beats and die before your time, you don’t want no static major
the mac’ll blaze ya, make flesh part, that ain’t the best part
bullets go so deep, coaches wanna put ’em on their depth chart
this like economics, there’s always a blade with myers
yo neck gone tear if (tariff) these attacks cut (tax cut) then raise it higher
k’s’ll fire, and you don’t know how to handle one
verb trained you like myagi, but he put you in front of daniel-san (son)
caught these n-ggas recording, they shot theirs, we shot ours
i left the studio and told my n-ggas that i got bars (barz)
you not hard, i spit heat that’ll boil ya flesh
i’m a t-tan, i was nice with the writin’ before the oilers left
get embroiled in death, i’ll tap the jaw on this rookie
even my j-panese homies have a hint i (hentai) will draw on this p-ssy
i’m mask still, mad sk!ll, every n-gga on my team past real
i even got a white shooter that’ll turn this city to “steve nashville ” bar god!
i’m a street n-gga from the grimy 80’s
they gave me major, but my grand hustle’ll make that problem tiny baby
here’s a tip, duck when i aim at one of these brothers
i won’t think sh-t about it, like when b-tches change in front of each other
judge gave my n-gga 25, since then his family’s been through it
his brother wanted to finish his sentence like how twins do it
i’ve been ruthless, i’ll run up on this b-tch with different weaponry
i got hoes that conceal the baby like hidden pregnancies
he claim he got quicker hands, f-ck that, we got sicker plans
we grab k’s and burn em with the sticks like the wicker man
grip in hand, toss it into a lake after i clap you wit’ it
cops got a gift to match the serial like a raffle ticket
i’ll slap you with it, and you on the ground with this sh-t
this wack mc got another two rounds of this sh-t
yikes!

[round 2: danny myers]
we ain’t got all night, my man hurryin’
he do all that michael jackson sh-t until he run into conrad murray
i’m wild, i turn these people into my crowd
he was standin’ over me with the arch with the gun, but couldn’t arch his girl’s eyebrows?
f-ck what these hoes say
are y’all fine listenin’ to the ojays?
y’all can go cry in the car tonight it’s okay
we interrupt home life, you walk in yo’ do’ you greeted by chrome pipes
six beams from the top of yo’ stairs lookin’ like strobe lights
tortured the whole night, smacked with the burner until you fall flat
tied up, then stomped in yo’ mouth until yo jaw crack
he cryin’ ‘til the top of his skull met with a ball bat
then beat half to death with a cell phone, you know what i call that?
the receiving end
you misunderstood me clearly n-gga
that’s a cold reception, and bars (barz) low…now do you hear me n-gga?
i do this sh-t yearly n-gga, sniper rifle, i don’t need a .9 to come slay ya
it’s crazy how they put out a hit on you and it was signed to a major
i’ll send a bad b-tch to come f-ck you, she gone pry both her legs far
even if you don’t get it, you still gone die over head barz (bars)
we throw the lead far, neck shot, blood out ya throat spewin’
i’ll put ya funeral on fire stick, i’ll call that a remote viewin’
i’ll come out the coat shootin’, he on life support, they got a line on you
til his family have to cut bars (barz) off…they called “time” on you
you got a .9 on you? that don’t mean sh-t if i got mine on you
give em the fade, then part the n-gga wig, put a design on you
verb said you was next up…that n-gga lyin’ on you, we hardly could know ya
that’s why i’ma put one stick on a square like the atari controller
i’ll let three clap you, soon as he hit the ground i let a knee crack you
take a machete, then break down barz (bars) after i recap you
he gone say he beat me 2-1, and try to play it off like it’s nothin’ big
sh-t, i’ll grab the can’ over that fake 21 like mcloving did
i f-ckin’ wig, i’m tired of these n-ggas tryna play us, k’s bust, put ripples in ya scalp like a wave brush
say bruh, you’re in front of a legend, i been a star
but you need another n-gga to co-sign for you like a rental car
get to my age in this sh-t, i promise you won’t get as far
the uzi like a intricate rapper the way it riddle bars (barz)
why would i fight you? i aim it at ya face, i’m tryna side swipe you
i let it off and give ya top 5 bars (barz), i’m tryna highlight you
you’re blinded by the wool soldier, black mothers never got full closure
police k!lled so many n-ggas at “routine stops” i stopped wearin’ pullovers
but i pull closer, the knife is guaranteed, sometimes you miss these n-ggas
with all that blood, the blade don’t feel right with the sticky fingaz
i don’t get these n-ggas, and you on the ground with this sh-t
this wack mc got a whole ‘nother round of this sh-t
yikes!

[round 3: danny myers]
all the country music can’t hide y’all gangstas?
that got to the heart of me n-gga
until i blaow! pop him and carry this n-gga out on a dolly, pardon (parton)
aye n-gga! you can give all these leagues cl-ssics
seven years of consistency
all the fans do is laugh and sh-t
you want my spot motherf-cka?! you can have this sh-t!
you wanna know what rhymes with barz major?
a n-gga that was never a star player
a n-gga that was never a partaker in hard labor
or a father who never f-cked with his kid like darth vader
we draw lasers, enter his flesh with raw razors
for large paper, in front of these n-ggas ’cause y’all haters
my brother tyrant beat you for 5 stacks 10 years ago
you didn’t know i knew he spazzed on you
as i opened my beer psshhh, i realized i kept tabs on you
it gettin’ bad for you, i know this fool out to get to me
little do he know my tool bout to blister ‘em
i’ll inscribe the word “win” on my blade, so when the odds are against me
i can stab him and still pull out a victory
you got a smitten wife, she told me she need a different pipe
he gave her three rounds and got no reaction, the barz (bars) just wasn’t hittin’ right
in my first round i had that “frat brothers” bar, college sh-t, i still savor the violence
b-tch, they gone donate all yo’ organs, i got a major in science
you gettin’ slayed to the highest, tossed in the cage with the lions
this strap a contradiction, i’m raisin’ the silence
bullets go in yo direction when the k’s’ll spray
but it’s regular, i always did things in a major way
verb put you on his island, and i can feel it, but on a island ain’t no sk!llets
you gotta stop being a b-tch, be a man, catch yo’ own food and k!ll it
you gotta live off the land, find fresh water, it’s nothin’ to play with
b-tch you were brought to the island, you’re in front of the natives
two brothers wanted a better life, they both had expected more
one wanted to be a rapper, the other chose to be a vet’ in war
do you believe in a parallel universe?
(i do!)
the rapper got his album in a record store
but his brother in the marines found out he got k!lled on his second tour
you in front of skeletor, since a kid i been holdin’ my own
i’m true to the streets, that means i put the hood over my bones
fo’ to ya dome, and you on the ground with this sh-t
thank the-

aye man give it up to barz major!

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